VHBF – Chapter 59 Movie King Daddy (Part 18)

When the commercials came on, the audience suddenly realized the progress bar was already halfway through! Many people took the chance to refresh Weibo and Moments.

The official Weibo of Daddy’s Big Battle was once again flooded, but even more so was the Weibo of the baby’s real dad—Movie King Zhu!

Zhu Ji’s previous Weibo had been overrun by trolls and hired haters. On his latest post, “Don’t bully my daughter,” aside from a few curious comments about his daughter, the rest were all unsightly and unpleasant remarks.

The trolls relied on Zhu Ji’s easygoing nature and the fact that he hadn’t turned off comments, and they ran wild on his page. But the show had been airing for less than an hour, and already those hateful comments were drowned out and scattered.

Netizens swarmed under Zhu Ji’s Weibo, the comment count increasing by the second.

“Climbing through the internet cables here—Movie King Zhu, release the baby!”

“Bro, I may be your fan, but this time I have to condemn you. You’re a grown man, and yet you let my three-year-old baby raise you? I’m officially unfollowing today! I’m switching fandoms to your daughter!”

“Total passerby here, came after watching the show. Zhu Yingdi, even though you’ve had a rough time lately, I’ve decided I still dislike you! Yep, I’m just jealous! The sourest lemon on the tree, that’s me!”

“Zhu Yingdi, give me back my daughter! (furious roar)”

“How dare you hide such a heavenly treasure?!!! Too cruel!!! Wuwuwu, Baby Yin belongs to everyone! You can’t keep her all to yourself! Release the child!”

Meanwhile, in a village apartment block, the lights in one third-floor unit by the stairwell shone brightly, with bursts of shouting and commotion inside.

Yang Bingbing had just returned from a commercial performance when he realized the world had changed—his Brother Ji had quietly taken his precious daughter onto a variety show!

He cursed in his heart, didn’t even bother changing clothes, and ran straight to Brother Ji’s place from the airport.

Why hadn’t they called him? He and little Yinyin had such a bond—they were comrades who had scavenged bottles together for days!

On the freshly cleaned sofa, the little dumpling sat with her short, chubby legs splayed out in a big “X,” clutching the brand-new plush doll that Daddy had bought for her.

She was also wearing a new dress. Daddy had bought her many, many new skirts all at once.

Wanting her to know that Daddy could afford to raise her, after filming, Zhu Ji had taken her shopping. Though he wasn’t good at picking things out, anything that looked cute he bought—clothes, toys, backpacks, nothing was left behind.

Whether or not the dumpling understood his painstaking care, she was certainly delighted. Pretty dresses, a shiny new backpack, and a soft cuddly doll—she clutched them all tightly and refused to let go.

At dinner, the director had called to say she and Daddy would be on TV that night. After eating, the dumpling dragged Daddy to the television, insisting on watching.

But the old TV could only receive broadcast signals and couldn’t connect to the internet, so they set a laptop on the coffee table, and Zhu Ji sat beside her to watch together.

When Yang Bingbing burst in, he shouted dramatically, convinced that Brother Ji and Yinyin had betrayed him—sneaking onto a variety show without telling him! Too much!

“Bro, I treat you like a brother, what do you treat me as?”

Zhu Ji gave him a cool look. “A person.”

Yang Bingbing: “……”

Feeling wronged, he pounced on the dumpling, hugging her tightly, resting his head on her little shoulder and inhaling her milky scent. With teary grievance he wailed, “Yinyin, tell me honestly, isn’t it too much that you both forgot about me?”

The dumpling blinked her big eyes, turned to look at her uncle’s strange outfit and the weird colors painted on his face. She pursed her lips, then reached out her little hand and patted him, sighing earnestly, “Uncle, you can’t go on TV looking like this. You’re too ugly, people will laugh at you.”

She added matter-of-factly, “Daddy is so good-looking, that’s why everyone likes seeing him on TV!”

Yang Bingbing: “……” He wanted to die!

Ugly? This was style! Just a clueless brat!

The three of them squeezed onto the little sofa, watching the laptop intently.

Yinyin sat between Daddy and Uncle, looking left and right. Then she scooted closer to Daddy—Uncle looked way too ugly today, and if she turned ugly by association, what if Daddy didn’t like her anymore?

Still, Yinyin wasn’t heartless. When Uncle complained he was hungry, she dug into her backpack, took out snacks, and offered them. “Here, Uncle, eat.”

Yang Bingbing was moved to tears, gazing at her like his own daughter. “Yinyin, you’re not like your dad. You actually have a conscience. Your dad’s conscience is totally rotten.”

But no sooner were the words out than the little bear biscuit in her hand was taken back. She put it away and said with a blank face, “Uncle, Daddy is the best. If you say bad things about Daddy, then we can’t be good friends.”

Yang Bingbing: “……”

The refined man beside them let a smile tug at his lips. He lifted the dumpling onto his lap, stroked her round little tummy, and said, “Don’t eat too many snacks at night, or your stomach will hurt.”

The dumpling puffed out her little belly and declared, “Yinyin will listen to Daddy!”

Fuming, Yang Bingbing grabbed his phone, logged into Weibo, and angrily posted:

“What happened to our bond of scavenging bottles together?!!”

Fans saw it and went wild: ????!!!!

The moment he posted, everyone remembered—this was the guy who’d taken the Movie King’s baby to pick up bottles!

“You dare kidnap the baby?!”

“Yang Bingbing, how dare you make the Movie King’s daughter collect trash?? @Zhu Ji, here’s the culprit! Come catch him!”

“Yang Bingbing, get out here and take your beating!”

Right after posting, the commercials ended, and he quickly turned his attention back to the screen.

The third game round was starting.

This one was “Flying High.” The babies had to jump from a platform while their dads caught them. The highest successful catch won.

Yang Bingbing watched dumbfounded. Glancing at the little dumpling in real life, nestled sweetly in Daddy’s arms munching an apple, he could hardly believe it.

On screen, the dumpling leapt fearlessly from three meters high, like a happy little butterfly, straight into Daddy’s hands.

Her chubby face was filled with trust and joy. Yang Bingbing clicked his tongue. Incredible, really.

Viewers felt the same. For a three-year-old, three meters was unimaginably high. Mo Qi’s four-year-old little rascal, usually so fearless, had trembled and refused to jump.

Yet the Movie King’s little dumpling—the youngest of them all, soft and squishy—was shockingly brave. No fear at all, cheeks flushed, eyes shining, jumping without hesitation.

When the height reached three and a half meters, she was the only one still going. The other kids sat below, staring with mouths open in awe at the youngest sister up on the platform.

Little Zhao Yuanyuan said admiringly, “Sister Yinyin is amazing.”

The other kids nodded. Mo Yang’s eyes glittered with admiration.

The audience burst with joy.

“Yinyin-baby is awesome!”

“Bring it on, Director! Our Boss Yin fears nothing!”

“Hahahaha Boss Yin, please adopt me! Don’t raise Daddy, raise me instead! I have a master’s degree, trained in taekwondo, I can do everything and play all day!”

From the start till now, she hadn’t lost a single round. Netizens instantly gave the three-year-old the nickname Boss Yin. The barrage was filled with lines of “Greetings, Boss Yin!”

Yang Bingbing, grinning, sneakily pinched her cheek and teased, “Boss~ Yin, take me flying?”

The dumpling slapped his hand away and complained to Daddy, “Uncle is getting weirder and weirder!”

Zhu Ji patted her little head. “Ignore him.”

Yang Bingbing: “……”

Among the playful comments, one highlighted message stood out:

“The baby isn’t fearless—she just trusts her Daddy completely to catch her.”

The touching remark got instant likes, and others reposted:

“As long as Daddy is there, our baby fears nothing. She’s number one!”

“Wuwu, baby must really love Daddy!!! Her trust in him is 100%!”

With two-thirds of the show done, only one final segment remained: Daddy Charge Forward!

When Zhang Daxi cheerfully explained the rules, Yang Bingbing leaned closer to the laptop, curious.

He couldn’t imagine what his Brother Ji—so composed, almost like an immortal—would look like racing with a child on his back. Very soon, he saw.

With his tall frame and long legs, Zhu Ji ran smoothly even with a child on his back, without a trace of panting or struggle. The other dads, so glamorous on screen normally, immediately fell apart once running.

Especially Xie Liu, who had tried to sabotage Zhu Ji but was instead tricked by the dumpling—Yang Bingbing laughed out loud.

He leaned closer. “Didn’t expect our little Yinyin to be this amazing too!”

The dumpling tilted her head proudly. “Of course! Daddy and Yinyin are the best!”

When Zhu Ji dashed across the finish line with her on his back, a scream rose from the show’s backstage office:

“Director! Director! Our live viewers just surpassed ten million!”

Zhang Daxi narrowed his eyes. “And the competitor next door?”

The assistant went to check, then returned puzzled. “Strange. They started with three million, rose to seven, but now they’ve dropped to two million—lower than at the start. Did their stream crash…?”